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Pardon my strange question... When do feelings of friendship become something... else? And what is the best remedy for stopping such feelings? Not to imply it is unpleasant, or I've no desire to love the person in question. Merely that this is going to be an inconvenience for them.

And are those with budding romantic feelings for another still permitted to invite the person of their affection on dates? Is that taboo? It feels so very wrong.

... Maybe I'll use the pocketwatch and forget all of this. This is criminal of me.

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[Eliot has gone off on a self-help love quest, because all of this really bugs him. He's not sure how valid his emotions are, given that his personality is a temporary front for his "library self." He's been stopping in book stores and convenience stores, even stopping in grocery stores, to pick up those trashy teenage gossip magazines. Particularly anything that promises to explain the social etiquette of modern romance.

He's also been picking up trashy magazines of a less appropriate variety. You'll know he picked up and flipped to a scandalous article when you hear him scream in public and hastily close the magazine, glowing red from embarrassment.]

o-oh... oh my goodness...! Modern publishing is shameless...!

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[Even she's noticing the set up he's positioning himself into and just shakes her head. While he's setting up his other self for a literal fall, she had a feeling she was going to take the blame as she reached to take the glass of wine. There's no point in leaving it in a place where he might accidentally spill it.]

Fair enough.

[She smiles a little at the clarification and takes notes of the earrings.]

Fine, your seven marriages against my four mates that meant zomething and countless ozher lovers. Zhough, I still hafn't been married in zhe traditional sense. It's just not my kind of zhing however, if Augustine is persistent, I might eventually change that.

Just don't tell Auggie.

[Since they were sharing.]

Az it is, in zhe pirate sense, I've 'married' Namur, zomething else I'd razher Auggie not know. It's an open relationship still, just... Az long as Namur iz alive, I desire to be by his side for however long he haz.

Auggie...I hope to haf for zhe rest of eternity, or however long his life span iz providing I don't end up dead before he does. Zhey are both people I don't think I could live vithout.

[As he listens, Eliot moves the pocket watch into his hands: He's just been letting it float above them for now. With the watch safely held, Eliot only opens and closes the lid. Again: Using physical distractions to interrupt his memories as much as possible.]

Hmmm... That so? Then you do understand, just a bit. Living without those people is as much fun as you're imagining.

[His green gaze follows the wine as she moves it away. He can't very well drink it while upside-down, but it was tempting. The memories just bring heartache, and he hates when they make him miserable. It's easier to get lost in the happy memories when he isn't thinking logically.]

I don't know how you do it. Carrying love for all of these people sucks. I married them like they were "the only one," but it turns out they weren't. Makes me wonder how 'true' that love was at all.

[Eliot pauses. Maybe he's being a bit too giving with his secrets. So he closes the pocket watch one last time and sighs. The sound of him turning the pocket watch dial fills a brief silence.]

Enough of me. I'm out. I don't want to be 'awake' anymore.

[She nods slightly. Rip definitely understood the loss of heartache considering what it's driven her to do in the past. There are reasons why Rip went insane in one of the worlds she was in, that being one of many factors. ]

I can do it because I am used to living in zhe moment und understand zhat in vorlds like zhis, every moment could be our last. It hurts vhen zhey are taken from me.. to know my sanity depends on zhem und to haf zhem torn avay never..

[She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose under her glasses.]

Zhere is no such zhing as 'true love' zhere is really only desire und love for zhe ones you find yourself compatible vith. Zhat's all. As I said, four mates. Two of zhem vithin zhis vorld und zhe last two.. taken from me by anozher vorld.

[She opens her eyes again, watching him. Rip understands more now why he needs the watch now that she has context.]

Very vell, however, eventually I'd like to talk to you again over anozher glass of vine.

[The sound of the dial fills the air and she just waits, watching him with wine glass in hand. She supposes, now she has to patch things up with the innocent Eliot if she's going to try and be his mother.]

[One moment, he’s relaxing to the sound of the melody... Enjoying a brief peace, where he can’t be miserable...

Then he falls over the arm chair and squawks in the most unrefined of ways.]

Eh? Um... Ugh...

[Eliot looks up at Rip, no longer scowling... Definitely not happy either.

He doesn’t seem to comprehend how he ended up on the floor either.]

Don’t tease meee. I don’t feel good. [Whine!] Everything is spinning... What did I do...?

[She keeps quietly watching as the melody plays and then smiles slightly as he falls over the arm of the chair and just waits for him to figure out she's there.

Thankfully that doesn't take long.]

I'm not going to tease you, Eliot. Apparently your ozher self has a razher unique sense of humor.

[She swirls the wine in the glass in her hands before gently setting it back on the table.]

Ve had tea.

[By 'tea' she meant wine.]

[He squints at the wine, slowly putting two and two together. It’s hard to do when his head is already starting to hurt.

Without a shred of elegance, Eliot rolls over and pushes himself up. He’s pretty quick to begin fussing over his hair, vain even when he’s tipsy.]

That was mean... Doesn’t he know how fast this body gets... ugh... [Looking up at Rip again, he looks a touch worried.] Don’t tell Augustine...

I'm sure he does.

[And she understood why wine considering the conversation they just had.]

Don't vorry, I von't.

[There's a lot of things she's not telling Augustine, this is just added to the mix.]

Und I owe you an apology for being zo pushy. I zuppose, I'm still trying to figure out zhis entire.. mothering zhing.

Mmm?

[Clumsily, Eliot tries to pull himself up and onto the sofa again. He doesn’t know about the previous conversation, but is aware that he left the other him to deal with Rip.

It seems that was the right choice, too. Somehow, she seems to understand now.]

‘Iz fine. You were just trying to help... ugh.

I feel too gross to get angry. Did he explain it?

[Surprisingly, yes. It was the right choice.]

Yes, he did. Zo, I'll drop zhe vatch issue. But, I still expect you to at least try und take better care of yourzelf.

[She leaned back in her chai.]

Vhich right now, seems to include sleeping off being tipsy. You really can't hold your alcohol, can you. Even vhen zhe vine barely has any in it.

[Okay, she miiight be teasing a little.]

I'll try to be patient vith you, if you do zhe same vith me. It's been.. a vhile since I last...adopted a child.

Do I have to sleep? I'll have his dreams... [Eliot is curling up in his chair. This is the first time he remembers being any form of tipsy, so he isn't actually sure what to do about it.]

Patient... kay. If you're sure... kay. [He's being quite agreeable in this state. Eliot even nods slowly. Despite his protests against sleep, Eliot is beginning to doze off.]

Kay, Mom... I'll try.

[She can see that and she figured he would fall asleep anyway, even if he was going to protest. Even though Rip can't.. really get drunk anymore, she does remember the hangovers and the nights she went back to the barracks tipsy from drinking with the others.

Really, sleep was the only decent cure.]

Yes, I'm sure.

[And.. She might feel a little warm and fuzzy being called 'mom'. She didn't drink any of the wine, did she? No? Well.. There's no going back now, is there. ]

Sweet dreams, Eliot.

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